Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Japan and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Beau Brummels to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Morten Harket,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Red Krayola,
Gichy Dan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Khruangbin,
Kerri Chandler,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Graham Central Station,
Gong,
Rakim,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Minor Threat,
Sex Pistols,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Smog,
Godley & Creme,
Section 25,
Sun City Girls,
Black Bananas,
Jandek,
the Normal,
Jawbox,
The Tremeloes,
DNA,
Blossom Toes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ponytail,
Porter Ricks,
Siglo XX,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bill Wells,
Scrapy,
Electric Prunes,
Underground Resistance,
Boz Scaggs,
Ten City,
Jacques Brel,
Ohio Players,
Gerry Rafferty,
The J.B.'s,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Connie Case,
Boredoms,
Bush Tetras,
The Monks,
Con Funk Shun,
The Vogues,
Nas,
Scientists,
JFA,
Laurel Aitken,
The Knickerbockers,
Quadrant,
Colin Newman,
Ultravox,
Eric Copeland,
Panda Bear,
Anthony Braxton,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.